I love the rebelliousness of snail mail, and I love anything that can arrive with a postage stamp. There's something about that person's breath and hands on the letter.

I don't know what it is, exactly, but there's a negative drag on film sets after the second week or so, a mutinous vibe because the infinite capacities of the directors and everybody else become quite finite and everybody's under the gun and it becomes work.

I know I've made the right decision when I've followed my heart.

To me, there's no greater reward than being around people you care about and can be present with.

It's nice to have a pause to parent and to be more present at home, teaching them how to drive cars and navigate boys and all this sort of thing.

Catholics have guilt and Jews have guilt, fine. But mothers can trump them all.

If people knew what made hits they'd make more of them, so to have the illusion of control over one's career isn't something I can even pretend to have.